LOGINChapter 5 - Saying Goodbye He fucked her like that for a few minutes, long deep strokes, and then he pulled out and flipped her over onto her stomach and pulled her up onto her knees on the seat, and he pushed back into her from behind and fucked her hard with both hands on her hips. "Ohh… fuck, yes, yes, yes." she said, muffled into the seat. He fucked her hard and fast from behind, and the seat creaked and her tits bounced against the upholstery and she moaned and pushed back onto him, and I could see her pussy stretched around his cock and her thighs slick and shining with sweat and wetness mix. He reached around and rubbed her clit while he fucked her, and she came with a long, broken moan, her whole body shaking, and he fucked her through it and kept going. He fucked her harder, and she came again a minute later, sobbing into the seat. He pulled out and turned her over onto her back again and lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and pushed back into her, and he fu
Chapter 4 - Real Man "That's enough," the man said. Phiona pulled off me with a wet sound and sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I was right there, right at the edge, my cock throbbing and slick with her spit, and the man had stopped her a half-second before I finished. I stood there breathing hard with my hands clenched at my sides. "You," the man said to me. "On your knees." I looked at him. He didn't say anything else. Just stood there with his cock still out and his hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly, watching me with that flat patient look like he had all night and nothing better to do. I got on my knees. "Get her leggings off," he said. "And eat her pussy." Phiona was standing there with her leggings still on from before, and I reached up and hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled them down her thighs, and she stepped out of them one foot at a time and stood there in nothing but her socks. I leaned in and put my mouth o
Chapter 3 - Sex in The Restroom I was getting close fast… too fast, the whole thing was too much, the fear and the heat and the wet of her mouth… and I pulled her off me before I finished. "Not yet," the man said. "Stand her up." I reached down and pulled Phiona to her feet, and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked at me and then at the man. "Bend her over the sink," the man said. I turned her around and bent her over the tiny sink with her hands braced on the porcelain and her ass pushed out toward me, and I pulled her leggings and her underwear down to her knees. She was wet… she'd been wet since the window seat and she was wetter now, and I could see it glistening between her thighs in the flickering light. "Fuck her," the man said. I lined up and pushed my cock into her, and she gasped and her fingers curled around the edge of the sink. "Ohh… fuck!” she moaned. I fucked her slowly at first, deep, with my hands on her hips, and every strok
Chapter 2 - Caught In The Act A man three rows up. Turned halfway around in his seat with his phone propped against the headrest, the screen lit up, the little red dot blinking. Recording. My blood went cold. "Phiona," I said, and my voice came out wrong. She looked at me and then followed my eyes up the aisle, and she went pale. "Oh no. Oh no, no, no." The man saw us looking. He didn't put the phone down. He just smiled, slow, and turned it so we could see the screen… the two of us in the window seat, her on my lap, both of our faces clear as day. "Please," Phiona said, and she was up out of her seat and halfway up the aisle before I could stop her. "Please, sir, please don't. I'll do anything, just please don't post that." The man looked at her. He was older, maybe forty, with a plain face and a wedding band and eyes that didn't give anything away. "Anything?" he said. "Anything," she said. "Please." He looked past her at me, standing in the aisle behind her
Chapter 1 - Sex in The Night Bus The engine of the 11:40 cross-country bus had a low, steady hum that vibrated up through the floor and into the soles of my shoes. I had my backpack wedged between my feet, my hoodie bunched up under my head against the cold window. I had a window seat. Then the bus pulled into a rest stop somewhere past midnight and a woman climbed on with a duffel bag over one shoulder and a paper cup of something in her hand, and she stopped in the aisle and looked down at me with her eyebrows raised. "Hi," she said. "Is this seat taken?" "It's free," I said. She dropped the duffel and slid in next to me and set her cup in the holder, and the whole time she was settling in I caught the smell of her. She was young, mid-twenties, with dark hair pulled back loose and a cropped sweater that rode up her stomach when she reached for her seatbelt, and she crossed one leg over the other and looked at me sideways. "I'm Phiona," she said. "Mathias." "Mathias," she
Chapter 5 - Brian He pushed two fingers into me and I cried out and gripped the sheets and he fingered me slowly and deep with his thumb on my clit and looked down at me with his eyes dark and his mouth open. "Ahh… Brian… oh god!" "You like that?" “Fuck… Yes… yes… don't stop…" He didn't stop. He fingered me with his thumb on my clit and his fingers inside me and I moaned and my hips moved and I could feel it building fast. "Nghh… I'm gonna cum…. fuck… I'm gonna cum…" "Not yet," he said. "I want to be inside you when you cum." He pulled his fingers out and undid his jeans and pushed them down and his cock came out hard and thick and wet at the head, and I looked at it and my mouth went dry. "Condom," he said. "In the drawer." I reached over and opened the drawer and found one and handed it to him and watched him roll it on. Then he got between my legs and put the head of his cock against my pussy and looked at me. "Look at me," he said. I looked at him. He p
My slides didn’t make a sound. I moved like a ghost, my toes pressing into the cold tiles as I crept toward the basement door.This was the third time this week I had found myself creeping into this forbidden site. Every time I did it, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The h
The studio was a furnace. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, expensive cologne, and the raw, heavy energy of sex. Mr. Rowe and his daughter had just finished their session—their forbidden, sweet, sticky session of fucking on camera. My skin felt too tight. My blood was roaring in my ears.
The studio was a furnace of sweat and heat. I was pressed into the corner of the room, the heavy light stand feeling like the only thing keeping me upright. My knuckles were white from gripping the pole so hard.Right now, Mr. Row was behind Princess, his body a blur of muscle. She was bent over th
I went upstairs, my heart hammering like a drum against my ribs. I pulled on black leggings and a long, oversized shirt, though it did little to hide the way my breath hitched. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I didn't know what I was feeling. Good? Bad? Happy? Sad? Definitely not sa







